[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 20]

Fuge 8/5/11   12364

My youth is dead ere it hath past

It doth remain, like a bared[1] flower

Upon the brunch[2], because it was.

The clemency of the mere[3] hour

Has suffered it merely to last.

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So, like a seaweed waves have cast

Beyond their power[4] of bringing back

My very sense of life doth back

Whereby I am the {…}

(The power to give what I must waste).

[20v]

6 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 6

3 + 4 + 7 + 2 + 6

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Day after day the wind doth blow

With the spread seeds of {…}

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And yet not waste my youth in youth, but lose

Days pleasurelessly as days †

An old age lived carelessly unto truths

And unto pleasure uselessly.

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[1] bared /faded\
[2] brunch /stack\
[3] mere /bare\
[4] power /scope\